i'm born with it, got both feet in it//
knee deep in it so yo i begin it
plastic spoon in my mouth on my fist day//
comin up from the bottom the old fashioned way
full power lyrically devour other emcees in less than one hour//
like hangovers you need a cold shower, not t0o sweet never too sour
the soup's full of verbal noodles and rice//
when i speak you need to listen twice, nice
like fat back mom puts in the greens//
i'm full of lyrical flavor and calories
like lemonade my rhymes is fresh squeezed//
never left a mic when the crowd was not pleased
"you can't rhyme your white and from the north"//
but my words is like fuckin, all good back and forth
like tread mills and window sills, i glide open//
make you dizzy like a mouth full of pills